Greatwater Lake Fortune Favors

The spell he cast upon her by the verses strung sincerely left the female with bated breath, anticipating what more he might share on her request. Obsidian claws caressed through snow to grace earth as she waited. Her eyes were trained on his muzzle, the brilliance of his eyes, entranced by the hope that what more he may offer would gift to her a new sense of purpose. That there was more to the wanderer’s life than endless travel. That she had not been mistaken in shedding herself from the futureless existence upon the mountain. And he would tell her more, her ears perked as he said this. All he asked in turn was a small, simply price. She paid without hesitation. “Xi’nuata,” she uttered quietly. “…Nuata if you’d like.” OOC: (see-noo-ah-tah)